[aw] looking

She glanced back at the little brown and white girl, raising a brow again to see that she was following. Really, she didn't mind any of these awkward little interactions. Why would she complain when she was being admired like this? The two walked along, with Ricochet again starting to carefully avoid the branches hanging low with the weight of snow. She did not want another pile of icy white shit on her back. They walked a while in silence, which was odd considering all the words that had tumbled from Sparrow a moment ago. But perhaps she was still embarrassed. Ah well, she would get over it.

Ricochet looked around, bright orange and green eyes taking in her surroundings and committing them to memory as best she could. Of course, she had to picture the place without snow and ice everywhere. When she returned, it would be in warmer weather. Then, at long last, the little Sparrow spoke again. Ricochet listened without looking over at the girl, the twitch of her ears the only indication that she was hearing what was being said. Of course, the large woman had already caught wind of the deadened pack scent, she simply hadn't bothered to say anything about it. But the sadness in the voice of the girl suggested that the lost of this pack was more personal. Shame. Ricochet clicked her tongue in a weak show of sympathy.

"Warriors, huh? she said, finally glancing back at the girl for a moment. "It's too bad they're gone," she sighed. Of course, that wasn't a certainty. It was likely they had all just scattered, finding new homes or choosing the loner life instead. Ricochet belonged with the latter. She was a loner, and probably always would be. She hated being told what to do, especially by righteous idiots. And most alphas were righteous idiots.

Little Sparrow quietly admitted that she was not a warrior. If that could be considered an admission at all; it was quite obvious. Ricochet smiled pityingly at the woman. "No, you're not," she said, as honest as ever. "But I'll give you this, sweetheart. You're pretty to look at." The dark woman winked. Sweetness and a pretty face could get you just about anything in this world. Sparrow had both. Ricochet had neither. But she found her own way to get what she wanted in this world, by using her strength and will and by never taking shit from anyone. It was working so far.